Post by acidrayne on Nov 25, 2010 13:20:12 GMT -5
The red spotted paint femme trotted gently upon these new lands, her audits pricked to catch any sounds. She heard horses, many of them, by the sound of it. She snorted softly and continued until she met a rocky cliff.
For a minute, she did nothing, seeming to analyze where every rock was. Carefully, she picked her way up, gently, always finding her hold. She shook her mane when she reached the top, a triumphant grin on her maw.
She moved into a three beated gait, smooth and supple. She arched her neck and stopped, scenting the wind.Acid Rayne could scent better than most horses. She tasted air, which brought scents of a vixen and a brute. She stayed on the outskirts, not daring to go closer. Going too close would mean trusting, and she wasn't about to trust anyone just yet. Not that she couldn't trust; she just refused to. But she wasn't going to risk it. She wasn't a fool.
Acid Rayne lowered her cranium, her kissers lipping the dry but plentiful grass. Her silvery ears were swiveling around, listening to any sounds that might prove to bother her.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
For a minute, she did nothing, seeming to analyze where every rock was. Carefully, she picked her way up, gently, always finding her hold. She shook her mane when she reached the top, a triumphant grin on her maw.
She moved into a three beated gait, smooth and supple. She arched her neck and stopped, scenting the wind.Acid Rayne could scent better than most horses. She tasted air, which brought scents of a vixen and a brute. She stayed on the outskirts, not daring to go closer. Going too close would mean trusting, and she wasn't about to trust anyone just yet. Not that she couldn't trust; she just refused to. But she wasn't going to risk it. She wasn't a fool.
Acid Rayne lowered her cranium, her kissers lipping the dry but plentiful grass. Her silvery ears were swiveling around, listening to any sounds that might prove to bother her.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
